First session of the year for gaz and I yesterday. 3 species were on the target list. The plan was to head over to the north of the island to target conger and Huss, with a little detour on the way to target a plump flounder at the blue bridge.

We arrived at the blue bridge mid afternoon and it was in the latter stages of the ebb. We'd misjudged the tide somewhat, going by mostyn times but not factoring in the delay of the water making its way so far up river. Unperturbed we set up a couple of rods each and sent them out, one long one short. It was slow to begin with, in fact baits were coming back in the same state as they went out. We'd given it the couple of hours we'd planned to give it but thought we'd hang on for a little while longer to see whether the flood would change our fortunes. And indeed it did, as soon as the direction of flow changed a rattle registered on my rod tip followed by several big pull downs. Shortly afterwards a nice plump flounder was on the bank.

Shortly afterwards another one, though a smaller fish, joined it.

The light soon faded and it was time to head off to the island, stopping off at Malcs for bait and supplies on the way.

Once in situ we sent our Mack and squid baits out. It was pitch black and not a breathe of wind. In the distance we could hear dolphins clearing their blow holes. And it was extremely mild, in fact gaz was fishing in his t-shirt for most part. What a night to be out!

It was mid ebb and the pull was fierce. So much so it was only possible to fish the one rod. The fishing? Well it was poor to say the least. Absolutely nothing showed, not even a dog.

An hour or so later the tide began to slacken off and we were able to put another rod out each. For the next couple of hours over slack water it went a bit bonkers!

I was first in with a small strap.

Second of the targets notched up.

Gaz then got in on the act with a little strap of his own, quickly followed by another.

I took another small strap followed by a better fish.

I lost a couple of fish on the retrieve, and then I managed my hat trick, a Huss.

Then the dogs came on. I dropped several at the foot of the rocks but gaz pulled in a few.

During this frantic period I don't think I managed to have both rods in the water at the same time.

As soon as the tide picked up again the feeding frenzy ended signalling the end of a a decent first session of the year.